⋆.˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 ⎯⎯⎯ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐲 .ᐟ

eyebrows cinch, weary— “ are you positive this is a good idea? ”

“to the capitol. do you have to?” expression grows severe, though hand idly remains petting the mechanical designs.

“sometimes there's beauty in simplicity. too many moving parts .. you start to forget what's truly at the core.” hand outstretches, petting the bunny as if it were living and breathing. then, quietly, “do you have to go back?”

her nose crinkled, setting her mechanical rabbit beside wiress’. “i like yours better.”

if you were aware, your security would be fixed. but it isn't.

a warning, actually. you might have some of the most brilliant minds in panem at your disposal, madame president, but the capitol are no fools.

don't get me started on your socks.

elodie crouched over, shielding her work from view to keep the element of surprise. after a while, she draws back, holding up a little mechanised bunny; complete with twitching ears and tail. “there.”

delighted, elodie gave a swift nod, shifting closer to reach for the spare parts left over. “hm, i think i can improve this,” she murmured, thoughtful, eyeing wiress’ creation with wonder. considering alternatives.

watching with quiet fascination.

DIABOLICAL.

i believe in you ‼️

you've got to win the games, for me. 🥹

auntie wiress 🥲

oh ... that's not how that was supposed to go.

who wants to share my water? only condition: DON'T EAT ME. or murder me. or backstab ....

i'm sensible, obviously.

( visible despair in 5'1. ) oh— okay. 🥲